Chapter 122

Pinned down, Su Zhenzhen could not move her hands; her legs were already broken, so she dared not struggle recklessly. Ma Tianchang did not use much force in his counterattack, sensing instinctively that if he went all out, Li Wei would certainly not be able to withstand it.

Ren He chuckled and said slowly, "The price naturally needs to be negotiated, and the asset package will also need adjustments. There are two points you need to be aware of regarding this matter."

The sports commentator Liu Kanghong had also arrived early; there was no doubt he had been invited through the connections Yao Xia utilized.

Looking at the vibrant, crimson Fire Essence Cinnabar and the black Abyss Soil, Chu Yan felt these were the most precious things in his life.

With delicate, captivating features, flowing long hair, a pale pink shirt, and slim-fit trousers, she was considered the greatest beauty at Jiaxin High School in the eyes of every straight man.

It was the commander who had kept them back so calmly; once they obtained the blood of that Zhu Debiao, they would return.

Yu Biao had originally intended to get closer to Ma Tianchang. After the recent incident, although he knew of Ma Tianchang's history, he still did not fully understand his character.

Summoning his second martial soul, the first soul ring of the Hollow Willow Tree lit up, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

No, there was no need to wait for Jiang Yuesheng to conduct a paternity test; Jiang Yixiao might just take the child to do it today! Because at this moment, the father and son's conversation and expressions seemed to have already confirmed it.

A cultivator's memory is much better than an average person's, and since the Japanese language itself originated partly from Mandarin, it was not difficult to learn. Shen Mo had spent some time studying it previously.

"No wonder no one died just now, but how did you dodge the attack?" someone asked in astonishment.

"With this beginning, I think many will follow suit, but it doesn't matter anyway; there is not much time left," Quinn said despondently.

Juelin spoke the honest truth; he had never considered his status a problem. Whether he was a prince or not, his feelings for Jin'er would never change.

Ruan Zhentian gave a bitter smile. "How can I investigate? So many years have passed, the traces have long been wiped clean, and all the clues are gone. What is there to investigate with? Your grandfather is old and no longer has that sharp edge. Even if it were cleared up, what then? Can the dead come back to life?" He sighed deeply, his face filled with bewilderment.

"My work is finished, and I found it very effective to use," Long Qiang said to Wu Wei after everyone else had finished speaking.

Only someone very observant could spot the irregularities in the dust on the ground in the dim light; otherwise, those who followed would likely fall into the trap again—even Fang Jin himself might not be able to accurately remember the exact positions.

"Hmph. Congratulations," Commander Ke laughed dismissively. He firmly believed that the so-called ideal husband would not live past tonight.

"You didn't say not to wear it, so I'm taking it off," she said, slipping off one shoulder strap to reveal a shoulder as white and smooth as jade.

Facing the intense hail of gunfire, members of the mysterious team, unlike the undead, were forced into a state of physical rigidity after being hit. Until the bullets were extracted from their heads, the members maintained the posture they held when struck; this period was known as the "rigidity phase."

Chen Yang also understood that given his current situation, if he were to build a city, Aotian Wushuang and the others would certainly not let him off and would definitely send troops to attack.

"Uh..." the Great Elder responded in shock. "What use is it to be a monster of talent? Isn't he dead anyway!" Upon saying this, a look of utter disappointment crossed the Great Elder's face.

On the phone, Su Yahan was also startled. Could it be that those shadow guards of the Luo family had already made a move against Mr. Jiang?

After all, the mission of the Word Spirit was to guide Dongfang Ningwu to the pinnacle of her life, and she could not let Dongfang Ningwu die halfway—at least not by her own hand.

"When did you discover it?" Su Man did not deny it, picking up her chopsticks to dip a few slices of lamb into the pot. She glanced at the nicely colored seasoning Li Yuanfang had prepared and swallowed hard.

The fat director and the short, dumpy agent seemed long accustomed to such things, their faces expressionless.

The other party had originally wanted an autograph and a photo, but seeing his anxious expression and hurried pace, and remembering that he had left the scene directly without even stepping onto the awards stage, they hesitated.

Bai Qirui looked at the dazed expression in the other's eyes and then glanced at the four people in the side room, shaking his head slightly.

Suddenly, his hand trembled, and the steamed bun rolled onto the ground, tracing the slope until it reached the center of the road.

"I am also surprised that King Ji was so vulnerable," Elder Yue said, looking equally puzzled.

Then she opened her eyes. His body felt cold and somewhat stiff, likely because he had not expected her sudden movement.

"Heh heh, he might not necessarily be from the Beggar Sect," Lin Yin thought to herself. There was more than one villain in the Beggar Sect.

Suddenly, I felt a massive pressure approaching me. This pressure was nearly as intense as the feeling Xia Wushang gave me, making it almost impossible for me to harbor any thought of resistance.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he dismissed the idea of castration, thinking to himself that he must have been possessed these past few days; the more he tried to control it, the more counterproductive it became. If he could shift his focus, perhaps it wouldn't be so unbearable.

After hearing this, the bald policeman said no more, just kept his head down, flipping through his notebook with a rustling sound.

Dai Jin could not help but be amazed by Mi Han's courage. It could be said that the idea Mi Han proposed was one Dai Jin had never even dared to imagine; it was truly ingenious, yet if not handled with care, it was also fraught with danger.

A strange voice tore through her mind, and these unexpectedly intimate words left her unsure of how to react. Finally, she calmed the strange feeling in her heart, her expression remaining indifferent.